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STOP PRAYING...


 Stop praying for peace.

God is not confused.

He is not deceived by polished words wrapped in piety.

You say you want peace -

but only if your side wins.

Only if the “right” people survive.

Only if the “wrong” ones disappear.

So be honest.

Which of God’s children are you prepared to sacrifice?

How many mother's children must die to make you feel secure?

Do not whisper “Lord, bring peace” while funding war.

Do not ask Heaven to intervene while empowering men who profit from blood.

Do not sanctify violence with prayer and call it faith.

God already gave you free will.

You use it to elect violence.

To excuse violence.

To scroll past violence.

Then you close your eyes and ask Him to clean it up.

Peace is not the absence of bombs and gunfire.

It is the absence of the desire to dominate.

And you still desire it.

You still believe some lives matter more than others.

You still believe your border is holier than theirs.

You still believe God drafts Himself into your anthem.

So, what are you really praying for?

Victory without guilt?

Safety without sacrifice?

An exemption from responsibility?

Stop praying for the soldiers while glorifying the machine that consumes them.

Most of them chose to carry a weapon - and Scripture is not vague about the path of the sword.

If you truly want peace, it will cost you.

It will cost you pride.

It will cost you certainty.

It may cost you the comforting myth that your side is righteous by default.

That is the part you do not want.

You want war with better branding.

You want blood with a blessing attached.

You want someone else to die so your conscience can sleep.

Praying for peace while practicing war is not faith.

It is hypocrisy dressed in holy language.

So, until you are willing to treat every life as sacred - including the one you were taught to fear - stop using God’s name as cover.

Stop praying for peace. 

He is not hard of hearing.

He is waiting for honesty.

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